c a l e n d a r i a

:  m o n i c a   p a c e

So it's almost
over-before-it's-begun.
And yet deluded like a girl by a phone
I crouch before the clock.
To project or plummet early.
And when it chimes I am already there
and pull this claxon round,
smug as a sweater.

But none of this is ever what I wish to say,
at all, after all. Unbearable taffy:
" To-day I did this, and went here,"
but I already know. It should be,
to-day I was faced with the prospect
of doing or not doing,
and I found a way to reconcile both.

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